The Galway Races Lyrics And Chords. The Dubliners Traditional. Here is another song that
has lots of different versions, This version is the one used by The Pogues.

The Galway Races Lyrics

As I went down to Galway TownTo seek for recreationOn the seventeenth of AugustMe mind being elevatedThere
were passengers assembledWith their tickets at the stationAnd me eyes began to dazzleAnd they off to see the races

With
me wack fol the do folThe diddle idle day

There were passengers from LimerickAnd passengers from NenaghThe
boys of ConnemaraAnd the Clare unmarried maidenThere were people from Cork CityWho were loyal, true and faithfulWho
brought home the Fenian prisonersFrom dying in foreign nations

And it's there you'll see the pipersAnd the
fiddlers competingAnd the sporting wheel of fortuneAnd the four and twenty quartersAnd there's others without
scruplePelting wattles at poor MaggieAnd her father well contentedAnd he gazing at his daughter

And it's
there you'll see the jockeysAnd they mounted on so stablyThe pink, the blue, the orange, and greenThe colors of
our nationThe time it came for startingAll the horses seemed impatientTheir feet they hardly touched the groundThe
speed was so amazing!

There was half a million people thereOf all denominationsThe Catholic, the Protestant,
the Jew, the PresbyterianYet there was no animosityNo matter what persuasionBut failte hospitalityInducing
fresh acquaintance

Here's a video to help you learn the tune on the tin whistle.

The Galway Races Chords

[C]As I went down to Galway TownTo seek for recreationOn the[Am] seventeenth of AugustMe[G] mind being eleva[C]tedThere
were passengers assem[G]bledWith their[Am] tickets at the[C] stationAnd me eyes began toEm] dazzleAnd they[Am]
off to see the races

With me[C] wack fol the[G] do folThe[Am] diddle idle day

There were passengers from
LimerickAnd passengers from NenaghThe boys of ConnemaraAnd the Clare unmarried maidenThere were people from
Cork CityWho were loyal, true and faithfulWho brought home the Fenian prisonersFrom dying in foreign nations

And
it's there you'll see the pipersAnd the fiddlers competingAnd the sporting wheel of fortuneAnd the four and twenty
quartersAnd there's others without scruplePelting wattles at poor MaggieAnd her father well contentedAnd he
gazing at his daughter

And it's there you'll see the jockeysAnd they mounted on so stablyThe pink, the blue,
the orange, and greenThe colors of our nationThe time it came for startingAll the horses seemed impatientTheir
feet they hardly touched the groundThe speed was so amazing!

There was half a million people thereOf all denominationsThe
Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, the PresbyterianYet there was no animosityNo matter what persuasionBut failte
hospitalityInducing fresh acquaintance